Chen Jiandi made his voice seem neither serious nor heavy, and told the madman in a flat tone that was almost white, that one of his rosaries had died to save the lives of the four.

The madman froze in place for a long time, the time of solidification was lengthening little by little, and the longer he was sluggish, the more important the rosary was to him.

After Chen Jian looked at it, he felt that the madman was far from the past.

He couldn't help but look sadly at Ummin, who had lost his rosary, wondering if the madman would vent his anger on her.

Unexpectedly, however, the madman sat back down without saying a word, bent down, counted the remaining rosaries with his chapped hands, smiled with a smile of joy after confirming that only one was missing, and put them back on his neck.

Yumin looked at the madman in horror, his limbs tense like a spring.

The madman looked like he was going to be furious at any moment, the atmosphere on the ship was even quieter than crossing the herd of cattle, Chen Jian felt that his heart had fallen into the ice cellar, he didn't understand why he was afraid of the madman, maybe he didn't want the partnership between the two to break down.

Tracing back to the source, this matter has to be blamed on Chen Jian's head, if he is more cautious, he will not miss the horn. But Bai Yao said it again just now, she didn't expect Fu Niu to dive to such a deep place......

Alas, forget it.

Chen Jian shook his head.

At the end of the day, the enemy is to blame for being too cunning in this matter, what's wrong with them?

He decided that if the madman was going to make a move on that feather, he would definitely be on her side.

But there is nothing dangerous about the madman's actions. He suddenly burst out laughing, and Yumin's feathers suddenly stood up.

"You are all nervous! What are you doing? rowing a boat!" he commanded everyone with a vigorous spirit, as if he had turned back into a sorcerer of the Chu State, and was commanding the three armies in the south.

Of course, Chen Jian sensed that the madman was trying to suppress the anger in his heart, but there was nothing he could do for the madman now, and the madman's acceptance of the status quo was the ultimate solution.

Besides, it's just a rosary, is it that important...... Chen Jian suddenly had the urge to vomit quickly, but he didn't lose his heart to this extent.

"Yes, row quickly, in case Fu Niu catches up, it will be troublesome. ”

Although they certainly won't catch up.

Bai Yao breathed a long sigh of relief, asked Yumin to follow her, and the two sat side by side on the bow of the boat to row the double boats. Chen Jian understood Bai Yao's meaning and reluctantly came to the madman's side.

"Hey!" he cried out, in the prickly tone of a madman's usual conversation, "don't just stand and row. ”

"Rose. The madman's tone suddenly became very heavy, like a man who was exhausted after going through a thousand hardships and dangers.

It is estimated that the side effects of the penitential sentence have not yet dissipated.

Choosing to commit suicide when the penitential punishment comes, although they can escape this god-destroying punishment, but the timing is not just right every time, during the time of death, the madman and Bai Yao can't feel the penitential punishment, but the purgatory will quickly repair their bodies, so that they can bear the pain like a dream again, at this time they can't speak, their souls are like being imprisoned in a dungeon specially prepared for suicides, even if Chen Jian continues to destroy their bodies from the outside, the penitential punishment will still haunt and whip the soul.

Suicide - to put it bluntly, it only makes the appearance seem calmer, and there is no way for the soul to escape the prison of penance.

"How long have you been in purgatory?"

"Say what. Chen Jian smiled, "You should know how long I've been here, I met you when I first came." ”

"yes. But it's not long at all. ”

“...... Well. Compared to your old man, it is indeed a little less interesting. ”

"Know how I spent these hundreds of years?"

"Wandering around?"

"That's just physical. The madman sighed heavily, his old eyes like two lumps of melted plasticine, and if he sighed like this, the skin of his whole face would collapse. "I'm still alive here. He tapped his chest with his dry index and middle fingers together.

Chen Jian heard an echo in his chest.

The madman's flame of life is so weak that his soul should have filled his heart, but now it is empty.

"What's the use of this?" he reached into his blouse and twisted out the string of rosaries he had just tucked back. He let out a cold sneer and replied to himself, "It's nothing more than a kind of soul sustenance." ”

He held the rosary to the palm of his hand with kindness and reverence, as if he were looking at his own soul.

"Here—" he emphasized, "without finding something to do, one does not know what will become of oneself." Losing one's mind and becoming a puddle of meat to be slaughtered? That's fine, but the most terrible thing is that even the soul is gone, like the water that has been burned by fire and has been burning, and ...... it."

He thought about it for a long time, and suddenly grabbed Chen Jian's shoulders tightly: "Can you see it? Those boiling water are like souls, as long as the wind blows, there is nothing, our body is a copper kettle, and when we die, the descendants will point to the body in the coffin and say our names, but that's not us." ”

Chen Jian felt that these words contained some kind of wonderful philosophy, and he nodded as if he understood it. If the madman had traveled to modern times, he would have been labeled a radical opposition by the flesh-and-blood ists.

"But isn't that illegal?"

......？

"What did you just say?" Chen Jian's gaze was as straight as a sword.

"I say—" said the madman patiently, "our souls are like water, boiling and dissolving, and we die." ”

What was the matter with that voice just now? Chen Jian couldn't listen to the madman's words.

The madman's legs were numb from sitting for too long, and he held Chen Jian's shoulders and staggered to try to stand up, repeating "water...... Water-", it sounds like he wants to take this opportunity to express his sorrow with poetry, but when the book is used, he hates it less, and he has long forgotten the self who is full of wealth.

"I'm not me anymore. ”

He choked and shook violently, and the laughter that followed was no different from that of a crow, and sounded very unlucky.

Stop talking! Chen Jian wanted to shut him up, but now was not the time, under the madman's babbling, Chen Jian carefully recalled the sentence just now.

"Illegal", this term obviously only existed in previous lives. It seems that the memories are returning, and they are coming more violently than ever, even causing him to hallucinate.

That's not a good thing. If it suddenly appears in a moment of crisis, it may distract him.

"Isn't that illegal?"

In a general sense, the person who said this must be persuading the other party not to get involved in the road of breaking the law and committing crimes, but that voice sounds like an extra layer of meaning-

Is it illegal? Great, you have to do it.

"What's going on...... Chen Jian felt that there must be something wrong with the brain of the person who could say this, and there must be something wrong with himself who reasoned out this conclusion.

"How's Fang Cai's improvisation?" the madman looked down with a smile, waiting for his reply.

Only then was he distracted, and the madman read a poem, which was really casual.

"It's ok. He closed his mouth, but felt a little less sincere, so he added, "But it's too depressing." ”

"Huh?" said the madman, clenching his hands in ecstasy, "worthy of my bosom friend! He pointed to the two people in front of him, "How can a woman like them, narrow-minded, understand the ambition of a strong man!"

Chen Jian looked up and saw that they seemed to be laughing at the madman's chanting.

"Uh......"

He didn't know what kind of poem he was pointing out, so he smiled awkwardly. In order to prevent the madman from continuing to talk about the difference between men and women, and to give himself a little brain power to recall who the sentence just now came from, he hurriedly asked:

"Madman, did you say your name?" he was completely unimpressed.

It's as if a madman should be called a "madman."

The surname is "crazy" and the name is "Zi", and he is a self-reliant sect member during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

"I don't know. "That's what the madman says.

"And what's your name?"

"Maniac. The madman then fell into a depression, and sat on the boat with a bang, muttering to himself.

"What a good name, future generations will definitely remember me, Confucius, Lao Tzu, Mozi - no, that guy should be behind me. He let out a dry laugh, "Confucius, Lao Tzu, madman—Ross, what do you think?"

"Good. Very good. Chen Jian responded perfunctorily.

It's not fun for madmen to talk to themselves.

"If you lose the rosary, you lose it. But Rose, you have to promise me that when you have the chance, you can let the teacher take you to make one!"

"What kind of doorway is this?

Chen Jian felt that those rosaries were nothing more than beautiful and round pebbles that had been pierced with a small hole.

"Of course there is, and there is a lot of knowledge. ”

The madman smiled mysteriously, and seemed to be in a completely better mood.

It didn't take long for the cheerful atmosphere to suddenly annihilate, and the disgusting feeling of oppression went from the stomach to the heart, and Chen Jian turned back suddenly.

At the same time, Bai Yao shouted in astonishment:

"It's a bird!"